Wednesday, September 30, 2009

My Foggy Memory

makes me happy.

Ahhh, Cashius. You're such a good girl... who doesn't cry... anymore.

But thinking back now, to when you were just a wee pup, I thinks it's important to remember there was a time when you too would whimper through out the night.

You were also known to get into the garbage when left alone, chewing up kleenx because you felt deserted.

Have crazy, stinky, running poops that would somehow make it upside the wall.

And generally test my patience on a daily basis.

But look at you now. One happy doggie, so poised and controlled. Full of smarts and willpower.

I have to delve deep into the memory bank to remember you being any other way...

and I promise you one day, you too will forget about this.


Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Buying Time

makes me happy.

The times I find challenging with Byrdie are the times when Kevyn is gone from the house for extended periods. There are times when he works 10+ hour shifts, and when you add in travel time, he comes close to being gone from the house for 12 hours.

And right now, Byrdie's going through a bit of a fussy phase in the evenings. I'm not worried about it, nor do I even wish for her to behave differently. It is what it is and I'm more then happy to do whatever it takes to ease her discomfort.

The catch is, it's emotionally exhausting. I'm guessing, hypothesizing, presupposing and taking shots in the dark about what may help soothe her for hours at a time. Even that in it's self is manageable UNTIL, you compound it with the physical exhaustion one feels from getting up every 2 hours all night long - and there in lies the rub.

While it's nothing I can't handle, given the choice I'd prefer to spend all my evenings like the one pictured above. With someone providing constant support. Someone who isn't bothered by the sound of her cries. Someone who has the same desire try new things or old things over, and over, and over again. Someone with fresh energy to pass her back and forth to. Someone to stroll with. And someone to make me laugh.

And that's exactly why Kevyn and I dream and device, plan and project interesting ways of becoming our own bosses and working from home. It's not out of a desire to buy things, rather to buy time... together.

On a side note I'd like to thank everyone who has been so kind in helping me and The Byrd out lately with your time and words of support. Your grace and generosity has not gone unnoticed.

Monday, September 28, 2009

The Times A Changing

makes me happy.

There is nothing about life before you that I urn for.

Give up sleeping 8 straight hours a night because you need me every 2? No problem.

Taking the time to change your outfit 3 times a day because you've made a mess of it? Surely.

And touching, massaging, and cooing over you all day long? I can do that.

But listening to you cry for 4 hours every evening even though I've played with you, fed you, burped you and changed you 10 times? Well that just breaks my heart.

So you better learn a little self soothing Kev... cause I've got a new born to look after as well now.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Being Fairly Positive It Won't Turn Into A Drinking Problem

makes me happy.

For the most part, I believe Cashius is growing to love The Byrd.

For the other parts... she hides her head under the couch.

No really she does, whenever Byrdie gets upset and lets a full on WAIL out, Cashius hides her head under the couch.

And when we're pacing back and fourth through the house, shhhhing and rocking, Cashius looks up at us with total distaste, as much to say...

"What ever made you decide bring one of these home?"

But then there are the times when the two of them will have a snooze on the bed together - so calm and peaceful.

And it's those times that lead me to believe... dogs can't have drinking problems can they Cashius is growing to love The Byrd.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009


makes me happy.

You may or may not know, that in certain circles the nickname Zoolander has been bestowed upon me.

I have no problem with that. I like the camera and the camera likes me, no point in denying it. I say - if someone wants to take my picture, well let's try and make it a good one!

With that being said, I feel it's my responsibility to impart certain tricks of the trade upon my daughter...

and I believe one of the best ways to do this is through practice, practice, practice.

So Critter, be forewarned, the odds are high that your daddy's got his iphone handy at any given minute, and I'm just a couple button pushes away from testing your skills and snapping your photo.

There you go, now you're getting into it!

Is that Blue Steel you're giving me?!?

Come on now! Le Tigre at four weeks?

Without a doubt, you're daddy's little girl.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

The Pump

makes me happy.

Leading up to Sunday's shoot I had decided I wanted to bring a couple bottles of milk for Byrdie because, I knew there would be a lot of goings on (hair, make up, lighting) and I didn't want to slow the process down by stopping to breast feed.

Thus, last Thursday saw me bust out my pump and give it a try. Ten minutes later - Daddy gave her her first bottle and she took it no problemo! It's hard to describe the immediate sense of freedom that washed over me as I watched her happily enjoying a meal in her daddy's arms.

So Sunday, mama pumped two bottles, just to be on the safe side because you never know how long these things could take. It turned out in this case - not very.

Now it's 3pm, on a glorious Sunday afternoon, Kev and I are high off the energy of the magnificent people we had just worked with, Byrdie's catching up on some beauty sleep after her first professional shoot, AND I've got another bottle full of milk chillin' in the diaper bag.

What's the family suppose to do? Hit a patio of course!

How good do you think that beer tasted? Pretty effing!

And while Kev obviously has not had to give up drinking beer - he has informed me they taste much better while enjoying them with me.

We also had the pleasure of seeing some of Kev's co-workers while out and about, which was totally excellent because they're all super kind people who were totally pumped to meet The Byrd.

Lastly, to top off an already marvelous afternoon, Sandy and Rob hooked up with us!

Those boys had me in stitches, each with their distinctly singular sense of humour.

And there I sat, laughing, sipping a beer and rocking The Byrd while the sun began it's early decent, still casting enough light upon us to warm the back of my neck.

Not a bad way to welcome in the fall at all.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Now 4 Youth

makes me happy.

Yesterday, Kevyn, Byrdie & myself had our photo taken for a coffee-table book called Adaptations.

Adaptations is the brain child of Caren (that's her above with the super fun faux-hawk), who had the brilliant idea of creating a photo book filled with a diverse crew of characters, each living, working, writing, speaking, or simply following 'their own wellness path to positive fulfillment in their lives.' The proceeds from the book will be used to fully fund selected at-risk youth to become a certified yoga or pilates instructor.

How cool, yes?

So here I am, one month after giving birth, preparing to perform a yoga pose, in my underwear, with my husband and daughter.

That's right... I'm nuts.

But let me tell you, the process proved to be as peaceful...

and inspiring as the book is certain to be.

I will keep you posted about it's scheduled mid - November launch... just in case you're interested in supporting the cause.

Friday, September 18, 2009

A World of Firsts

makes me happy.

As you can imagine, when you have a child you enter a world of firsts.

Of course there are the thrilling and monumental ones everyone thinks of - first smiles, first steps, first words. But, as I am now learning, when you have a child you experience a first almost every single day.

For example, this is the first time in my life that I've had a coffee everyday for three weeks in a row.

For the first time in eleven years the word 'divorce' may have slipped out of my mouth.

Note: We now realize that was a result of Hormoons - a wicked combination of a new mother's hormones raging on the same day of a full moon.

And then there was the first time I stared at her for an hour and thought only five minutes had passed.

Ready for a million more!

Thursday, September 17, 2009

More Funny

makes me happy.

Now I've become a little obsessed with my funny photos and decided to check out what kind of laughs 2007 was serving up.

Some pretty hearty ones if I do say so myself.

Like these gems from exactly 2 years ago.

And while I had posted them way back then...

I'm kinda thinking/hoping I have a few more reader now, who may enjoy seeing them for the first time.

And if I don't... well at least they're making us laugh - and not in the psychotic way that living with a 4 week old sometimes makes you laugh.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

The Funny Tag

makes me happy.

As I take SOOOO many photos, I'm very diligent about dating, rating and tagging them in my iphoto.

I always tag the person that's in the photo because there are few things I love more then capturing a great photo of someone and gifting them with a print of it. So, with everyone being tagged, it only takes seconds to create a Smart Album that puts together all the great shots of any individual name I tell it to.

The other tag I usually put on my photos is either summer, fall, winter or spring. And that's because I like change up my Magical Magnetic Frames seasonally.

There are a few other tags I use here and there if I see a theme developing (such as eating or drinking) that might look cool as a series in the Frames.

The only other one that I use consistently, and wished more often is... funny. These are shots I've snapped that would probably have ended up in my trash if it wasn't for the fact that every time I look at them... I laugh.

Like the one above.

What happened to Byrdie's body?

And, what is your hair doing sista?

And, just... what?

And, ouch?

And really, are those leaves falling directly in front of your eyes?

And sometimes, even though I can't put my finger on why... they still get the funny tag!


I was just about to hit publish and thought... I hope my sister, daughter, and friends that I used in these photos don't get upset about me publishing them.

And then I thought... no - they've are got great senses of humour and can laugh at themselves.

And then I thought... well - if I'm expecting them to laugh at themselves...

I better be able to laugh at myself!


Tuesday, September 15, 2009

90 Minutes West

makes me happy.

You may have begun to wonder why you don't see as much of Al...

& Adel on my blog as you used to.

Rarely ever would a week would go by when there wouldn't be a post that featured Al & Adel hangin' out here or there - doing this or that, with us.

Rest assured there was no fall out, it's only because...

they moved!

An hour and a half away.

To really cool '70's style bungalow.

On a bunch of acres.

To live their dream.

So last week we packed up the children (The Byrd & The Dog), jumped in the truck and went for a visit.

Very fun!

We hiked around,

enjoying the nature,

while the dogs horsed around...

and swam in the pond.

We also got to spend some quality time with Sophia, their doll of a one year old, and...

introduce her to The Byrd.

Optimistically thinking they'll enjoy a long friendship with each other...

as beautiful as the one their parents share.

Monday, September 14, 2009

Boobs & Poops

makes me happy.

As odd as this may seem, I love changing The Critter's shit storms.

Seriously, I do.

I simply have so much appreciation for all the time and effort Stacy puts into providing Byrdie with the essential nutrients needed for survival (booby milk), that whenever I'm around for the Fart-Squish sound that proceeds a diaper change, I'm all over it and sometimes... it's all over me.

And while I know every moment spent with Byride, be it changing her diaper or trying to get a belch out of her, is another building block in the foundation of love we are trying to provide for her, I cannot with confidence say anymore that... what you put in is what you get out.

After all, I'm pretty positive my wife's breast milk does not go in looking like seedy mustard!

Friday, September 11, 2009

No Expectations

makes me happy.

Some of you wanted to know if becoming new parents is what we expected.

This is the thing about that, we really did our best to head into this chapter of our lives with NO expectations.

Even near the end of the pregnancy when we were both getting very excited to meet Byrdie we made a very conscious effort not to discuss what we thought it was going to be like. We believed that keeping our minds wide open and taking each moment as it came would serve us best.

And it has. We've both found it incredible how quickly and strongly our instinct set in and if instinct ever drops the ball...

there's always more then enough love there to cover the court!

She melts our hearts.

And lastly, the above shot is for those of you who've asked about Evan (my sister's little guy) and wanted to see them together.

Well, he's healthy and happy (his smile is to die for) and... I can't even believe how much of a difference 8 weeks can make!

Certainly reminds us to ENJOY. EVERY. SINGLE. MOMENT.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Embracing My Inner Zombie

makes me happy.

A few of you have asked me about sleep.

Are we getting any and how much?

Well, you could say we're getting a bit but, not much.

Now if there's one thing you're going to hear over and over again upon your journey to becoming a new parent is "say goodbye to sleep." We would have had to have been living under a rock not to know that an 8 hour sleep was going to quickly become a thing of the past.

Aside from nursing every 2 1/2 to 3 hours, babies have a tendency to go from this (see above)...

to this, in the blink of an eye.

And that's exactly what puts a wrench in the other bit of advice you'll hear over and over again, "sleep when the baby sleeps."

Yeah see, that breaks down exactly as the book Oh Crap I'm Having A Baby, that Suze sent me, says...

"Just about the time all that caffeine kicks in, the pure physical agony of not being asleep recedes to a manageable level, and you're committed to staying awake - your little bundle will settle in for a good, long nap."

Thanks Suze - having a good laugh over there are you?